This land
The stories it’s seen
These moments of pain, and of life
We stand on the shores of the endless
In sorrow, in loss
In prisons of time, a sleep without dreams
And without dreams we no longer live, so

Forever we hide, from the eyes in the sky
The stories we tell
We stand on the shores of the endless
In sorrow, in loss
In prisons of time, we relive our scenes
With horrors we drown out the silence.

Hail to the watcher in his palace of misery
It’s endless vigil, an abiding ancient memory
And it’s sorrow fills my heart, I’ll shed a single tear
For the souls of the watcher and the watched

Ten thousand miles under sky
Ten thousand years of sorrow
Ten thousand stories retold
Ten thousand dawns, but no tomorrow

Forever we hide, from the eyes in the sky
The stories we tell
We stand on the shores of the endless
In sorrow, in loss
In prisons of time, we relive our scenes
With horrors we drown out screams.

As a witness to suffering, are we not entertained?
A dream of release never granted,
so defiance or worship, nothing is gained
As all things were before, so all things ever after.
For the hopes and the sins of the lions and the lost.

Ten thousand miles under sky
Ten thousand years of sorrow
Ten thousand stories retold
Ten thousand dawns, yet no tomorrow

But this time
The revenant one,
the eyes in the sky send a call for lost offerings
The doors
to our prison ajar, force them open, force them wide

Why face to the morrow
My sons, I call you home now, over sky
I hear, the call, of the endless
These ancient memories, summon you back to my heart
The eyes in the skies, are they watching? Is this time?

Return to your home, return to my heart

I stand, on this pyre, it’s my choice, my final rebellion
An ending that satisfies no-one but me
Because fuck you, watchers

It’s my time, It’s my life
It’s my choice, even to die
The price is to high for the comforts your proffering
hardships of sorrow are worth it, when decision, are my own

Forever we hide, from the eyes in the sky
The stories we tell
We stand on the shores of the endless
In sorrow, in loss
In prisons of time, we run from our scenes
With horrors we drown out the silence.